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Gracias a la vida

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Gracias a la vida
Life has given me so much
The large and the small things
Two eyes to see all things
So I can clearly distinguish
The blackness from the whiteness
And in the sky the brightness
Of the stars up above me
And in the crowded streets
I can pick out the one who loves me
 
Gracias a la vida
Life has given me so much
Gave me hearing and memory
To record Nature's melody
I hear the crickets and canaries
The giant hammers pounding
Thunder resounding
And the cry of a starling
And the sweet and tender voice
Of my own dear darling
 
Gracias a la vida
Life has given me so much
Gave me sounds I can't forget
And all the letters of the alphabet
To make the words and the phrases
That tell my heart's desire
Like mother, friend, and fire
And light, that shows clearly
The path of the soul
Of the one I love so dearly
 
Gracias a la vida
Life has given me so much
Tired feet for traveling
And roads for unraveling
I wandered through the cities
The prairies and the mountains
Saw the streams and the fountains
But my happiest hours
Were on the street where you live
Your house and your garden flowers
 
Gracias a la vida
Life has given me so much
Gave me a human heart
That tears itself apart
When I look at the things we do
In our world, in our neighbourhood
The evil and the good
The foolish and the wise
When I look into the depths
Of my own true love's eyes
 
Gracias a la vida
Life has given me so much
Gave me all the laughter
And all the weeping that comes after
So I can clearly distinguish
The joy from the sorrow
Two things I borrow
To make melody
I hold the guitar, you give the song to me
 
Gracias a la vida
Que me ha dado tanto......
 

Absent Dove

Five are the nights I cry
In the paths
Five are the written letters
Taken by the wind
Five are the black kerchieves
They are the witness
Of the five sorrows
I have inside me
 
Absent Dove
White Dove
Blooming Rose
 
I spend whole moons
Looking at the sky
With only one wish
On my mind:
That it doesn't comes down hurt
My dove
The one that comes molten
To the elements
 
It says, in a paper written
With green ink,
That with some patience
Everything can be reached
One that got it
Went to dance
From its garden to the Ark
Of the Covenant
 
A cage in the air
Is coming down
With all its bars
Of calamity
All the little birds
Are trilling
Although that, I can tell apart
My Swallow
 
I'm going to put on
A buttlefly's suit
Tomorrow, when it arrives
My dove
In the fingers, flags
Of three colors
And in the eyelashes, thousand
Of small candles.
 

The Gardener

Versions: #2
In order to forget you
I'm going to cultivate the soil
I hope to find in it
Medicine for my sorrow
Here I will plant the rose bush
Of the thickiest thorns
I will have the wreath ready
For the moment you die inside me
 
For my sadness, Blue Violet
Small red carnation for my passion
And in order to know if he loves me back
I put off the petals of a big white chamomile
If he loves me a lot, a little or nothing at all
My heart will stay quiet
 
Little by little they will grow up
The cheerful pansies
Once they're already bloomed
Your memories will fly away
Of the Poppy's flower
I will be its best friend
I'll put it under my pillow
To sleep peacefully
 
For my sadness, Blue Violet
Small red carnation for my passion
And in order to know if he loves me back
I put off the petals of a big white chamomile
If he loves me a lot, a little or nothing at all
My heart will stay quiet
 
Lemon balm's sprout
When my sorrows increase
The flowers of my garden
Will be my nurses
And in case I'm absent
Before you regret it
You will inherit this flowers
Come to heal yourself with them
 
For my sadness, Blue Violet
Small red carnation for my passion
And in order to know if he loves me back
I put off the petals of a big white chamomile
If he loves me a lot, a little or nothing at all
My heart will stay quiet.
 

What will the Holy Father say?

Look how they talk to us
about freedom
while they deprive us of it
in reality,
Look how they proclaim
calm
while authority torments us.
 
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
 
Look how they talk to us
about paradise
while bullets rain down to us
like hailstones.
Look at the enthusiasm
at the ruling
knowing that they were killing
innocence.
 
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
 
The one who officiates death
like an executioner
eats his breakfast in peace.
The wheat will look beautiful
across the sown field
watered by your blood,
Julián Grimau.
 
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
 
Under more injustice,
Sir prosecutor,
my soul has more power
to sing.
With this they put the rope around their neck:
the fifth commandment doesn't have a stamp.
 
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?